Yeah.
Ok, here... I'm who I am...
Mm-hmm.
You're a drug dealer. I work in a bank, ok? Ok, now, you have money that you hafta have laundered: Whaddya do?
I bring it to you.
Uh uh... [points to Murtaugh] He does.
Me? Uh, I-I don't understand. Uh, why me? Who am I?
Ok, ok, ok, I'll tell ya. You're a carrier. You work for him. [points back to Riggs]
I'm the drug dealer.
Right. [is disgusted at how sloppy Riggs and Murtaugh are eating their food] Don'tchu have PLATES? [offers them napkins] Here, come on, what is this? Come on, guys. Ok... I deposit the cash... into the account of a dummy finance company. Now... [to Murtaugh] then, I issue you a cashier's check... [back to Riggs] in his name. Minus a small commission for myself, ok? [notices Riggs is now cleaning his gun] The spring goes in the other en—
You like breathing?
H-How much?
2% standard. Now...
Not bad, Leo. Pretty prosperous, huh?
Ok, you like it? Ok, ok, so... [back to Riggs] You give it back to me as collateral on a loan that I make to you, but you don't pay back the loan. You KEEP the money.
Eh, how's that work?
How's "what"? That's it, don'tchu get it? It's your money, you don't pay it back. It's yours.
Yeah.
And it's CLEAN! It is now... laundered.
[Riggs and Murtaugh are both silent.]
You cops aren't too bright, are you? Ok, ok, okokokok, here... THIS is the best part, you got it? You take a tax deduction... on interest payments that you don't even make. Am I an innovator? Am I a genius?
You're a swindler...
Cheat.
Come onnn... everybody cheats a little bit; look at the Pentagon!
